by Marla Monroe
“Fuck, you are so beautiful when you come,” Elliot said.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before,” she admitted.
“We’re not through with you yet.” Clay rubbed his face against her inner thigh then stood up.
Both he and Elliot had monster hard-ons. She looked from one to the other and smiled. She opened her mouth to try and take Elliot’s in, but he moved away.
“Uh, uh, uh. We have plans for you tonight,” Elliot warned her.
“What sort of plans?” she asked.
“The sort of plans where you get fucked by both of us…at the same time.” Elliot smiled at her sudden intake of breath.
“I don’t think both of you will fit,” she began.
“We’ll fit, baby,” Clay assured her.
Clay lay back on the bed and reached for her. She hesitated for a second then climbed over on top of him. He helped her ease down onto his thick dick, inches at a time. She sighed when he was finally all the way in.
“God, that feels so good,” she said with her eyes closed.
Right now, like this, she could almost forget the future.
“Lean over here, baby,” Clay said, pulling her down on his chest.
Elliot stood behind her with his hand on the small of her back.
“Your ass looks like a ripe peach. I can’t wait to get my cock inside that sweet ass. It’s going to be so tight, I’ll come just getting inside of you,” he said.
She felt something cool drop on her ass and slide between her ass cheeks. Elliot spread her cheeks and followed the lube to her back hole. She felt him smear some on his finger then felt it as he began to insert his finger in her ass. She hummed her approval at the sense of fullness it gave her.
He pumped it several times then added more lube to her ass and inserted two fingers. This time there was a bite of pain, but it didn’t last long. When he added the third finger, she wiggled on Clay’s dick. It hurt, but not enough to stop him. She feared when he stuck his cock inside she’d never be able to stand it, though. He was almost as wide as Clay and definitely longer.
When he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock, Clay pinched her clit and told her to push out.
“It will only hurt for a few seconds. Push out, baby. I promise it will hurt so good.”
Chapter Seventeen
Elliot began to push inward as she tried to push out. The pinch was hard, but he slipped past the ring of resistance and popped inside of her. She winced and cried out at the sudden invasion. He remained still to let her get used to him being there, then slowly began to pump further inside of her. She felt the sting turn into something else. She couldn’t be still any longer and tried to move up and down on Clay’s cock.
“Easy there, pet,” Elliot said as he pumped his cock in and out of her forbidden channel.
“Move, I’ve got to move,” she cried out.
Clay nodded up at Elliot, and they both began to pump in and out of her. When Clay pushed in, Elliot pulled out. Then Clay pulled out while Elliot pushed in. Back and forth they seesawed in and out of her until she thought she would go up in smoke. Her body felt on fire.
“Please, please, do something,” she begged.
They seemed to agree, and both men began pounding into her. Clay held her waist as he shoved his thick cock in her pussy and Elliot pulled almost all the way out of her ass and pulsed forward again. Over and over they pummeled her until she felt her climax at the edge easing up on her. She reached up and pulled at her nipples, trying to help it along.
It wasn’t until Elliot reached around and pressed on her clit that she finally flew. She couldn’t scream or holler or say anything, her entire breath left her body as she detonated like a stick of dynamite. She felt Clay pulse inside of her then Elliot grunt and hold himself still inside of her ass. Then they both collapsed around her. She fought to breathe. Her ears rang as she slowly lost consciousness.
She came to with Clay cleaning her between her legs with a warm cloth. Elliot was nowhere to be seen. She felt giddy from the adrenaline still pumping through her system.
“I don’t believe it.” She giggled.
“Don’t believe what?” Elliot asked as he appeared from the bathroom.
“You fucked me unconscious,” she said.
“You had us worried there. I didn’t think you were breathing at first,” Clay said.
“I don’t think I could breathe. Every time I think I’ve come as hard as I possibly can, you go and blow my mind and I come harder than before. I don’t think I can handle anything more than that, boys.”
“I think we’ve about reached our climax potential,” Elliot said.
“I never thought I would say this, but thank God.”
Clay began to laugh as he helped her to her feet, then caught her when she almost fell.
“Looks like you need some help.”
“I’ll be okay in a minute. I’ll be back.” Desire made her way to the bathroom, leaving the men behind.
She had never come like that before. She doubted she ever would again. That had been incredible. You just couldn’t do that with one man and she was sure her days with two were about to be over. She refused to dwell on it, though, and washed her face. She felt sticky all over. She could use a shower. Deciding the guys wouldn’t care, she jumped in the shower to rinse off.
Ten minutes later, she emerged to find both men fast asleep with a generous amount of space between them. She smiled. It would serve them right if she slept next door and left them together. She couldn’t do it though. She had so little time left with them as it was now. She wanted every few seconds available to her. Desire climbed in between them and curled up under the cover.
She lay awake for a long time thinking back over the last few weeks. They’d been perfect to work for. They’d been perfect to fall in love with. But they weren’t for her. She wasn’t sophisticated enough for them. They needed someone who could adequately represent them in a social capacity, and she wasn’t that woman. She knew which fork to use when there were only two of them, but beyond that, she was lost.
Elliot and Clay were wealthy men in great demand in the legal world of contract law. They were going places and someone like her would only weigh them down. She wouldn’t be able to mix with the right people. They’d look down their noses at her. She might clean up nice, but she was dirty to begin with.
She felt the tear slide down her cheek and quickly flicked it away. She refused to cry, maybe later when it was all over with, but not right now. Not when she still had them in her bed.
* * * *
Clay woke first and smiled at the sight of Desire lying across his chest with her head above his heart. It was where he would like to see it every day for the rest of his life. If Elliot didn’t get off his ass and ask her to marry them, he was going to do it himself. He felt her slipping away from them. Why Elliot couldn’t feel it he didn’t know.
He placed his hand over Desire’s back and kissed her temple. She hummed in her sleep but didn’t wake up. He looked over to where Elliot lay sleeping only to find his brother awake staring at her too.
“She’s probably still exhausted,” Elliot said.
“I’m sure of it.” Clay ran a hand down her hair.
“Man, I love her so much it hurts,” Elliot admitted.
“I do too, Elliot. When are you going to ask her to marry us?”
“I don’t know. I want it to be perfect. I was hoping to do it last night, but that seemed wrong after we’d had sex, and then she passed out anyway.”
“It’s got to be soon or she’s going to get away from us. I can already feel her pulling back. It’s like she thinks we’re going to get rid of her or something.” Clay looked down at her and sighed.
“I know.”
Clay wrapped his arms around her and looked across at where Elliot was rolling off the bed on the other side. Why wouldn’t he just go ahead and ask her? Was he afraid she would say no? Surely she wouldn
’t. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. Everything about her turned him on. He felt his cock stir.
A few seconds later, Elliot emerged from the bathroom dressed for a run.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” he said.
“Okay.” What else could he say? Something was up with Elliot, too.
He lay there thinking about all the things he wanted to show Desire and all the things he wanted to do for her. Thirty minutes later, he felt her stirring. She moaned then rolled off him. He looked down into her eyes.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
“Morning.” She looked around then back at him. “Where’s Elliot?”
“Gone for a run. He’ll be back in a little bit.”
“Mmm, I could use a cup of coffee. What about you?” she asked and started to get up.
“Oh no you don’t.” He laughed and pulled her back into the bed. “I’m thinking along the lines of a little sex before coffee.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of sex?” she teased.
“Not really.”
She laughed and stared up into his eyes for a long time before the smile fell away and she looked serious for a few seconds.
He chose to ignore it this time and bent down to kiss her. She opened to him readily and he took advantage of it to slip inside her mouth with his tongue at the same time he slipped inside her sweet pussy with his dick.
She moaned into his mouth when he began a slow rhythm that teased them both with the need to increase it to a much faster pace. He wanted it to last a long time, and if he sped up, it would be over before he was ready. Something about her turned him into a randy teenager and took away all his stamina.
Slowly, he began to increase his pace. He tunneled in and out of her hot, wet pussy as his tongue plundered her mouth. Soon, her hips rose to meet his as he felt that slow burn that signaled his imminent release. Fire burned in his balls and his cum boiled. He heard the door open and close and looked over to see Elliot standing by the bed, watching with hunger in his eyes.
Clay couldn’t stop now if his life depended on it. He reached between his and Desire’s bodies and rubbed a finger over her clit. She shrieked “yes” as he erupted inside of her. Slowly he brought them both down. He rolled over so that she lay on top of him.
Elliot licked his lips then eased into the bathroom. Clay figured he would take a shower and jack off. Elliot was in a mood this morning. Clay just didn’t know what kind it was yet.
Chapter Eighteen
Elliot climbed into the shower and let the lukewarm water cool his overheated body before the hot water kicked in. He’d run for a good forty-five minutes. It had been a few days since he’d run, and he needed the exercise. Hell, what he needed was Desire’s sweet mouth around his dick, but he would never take her when he was in a mood like he was now.
He hadn’t talked to Clay about it because he wanted to handle it on his own, but he might have to. They had a serious problem. One of the many fucking women they’d been with in the last few years had contacted him wanting money to take care of “their” child. She claimed she was having their baby.
If it wasn’t true, they had to prove it, which would take time. If it was true, then they had to decide what to do. They couldn’t deny a child of theirs.
Ann said she was nearly eight months and couldn’t afford to take care of the baby. She planned to give it up for adoption unless he paid her child support. He was at his wits end about what to do. He could marry her and let Clay marry Desire. At least one of them would be happy. Or, he could wait it out and then demand a paternity test. It would only be another couple of months.
But he felt Desire slipping away from them, too. He wasn’t sure they could put her off for two months. Especially if she found out they’d started looking for another admin to replace her when they got married. He shouldn’t have started that search so soon and not before talking to Desire about it first. Now he was in a bind.
To make matters worse, he was also fucking hard thinking about Desire in the other room wrapped around his brother. He refused to jack off. He deserved the damn hard-on for getting them in this mess. They’d always used protection in the past. It was highly possible a condom leaked. It happened. It wasn’t lost on him, though, that they hadn’t used one with Desire since the beginning. They’d already made up their mind that she was the one. Now he had Ann to deal with. And, he needed to tell his brother before he went and proposed to Desire on his own.
As soon as he finished drying off, Elliot walked out into the bedroom to find Desire gone and Clay getting dressed.
“Where is Desire?”
“She’s next door getting dressed.” Clay pulled on his jeans and zipped them.
“We need to talk, Clay.”
“We sure as hell do. What’s going on, Elliot?”
“We need to get her busy working first.” Elliot ran a hand through his damp hair.
“Fine, after breakfast we’ll drop her off at the office and we’ll go for a drive.” Clay pulled on a T-shirt then slipped his feet into boots.
Elliot only nodded and began dressing. Clay walked over to the connecting door and knocked then walked through it, closing it behind him.
Maybe he should just let Clay marry her. He would take care of Ann and the baby. And be bitter the rest of his life, he figured.
After breakfast, they took Desire to the office and left her to proof contracts while they “ran errands.” She reminded them of their two p.m. conference call with one of the junior partners.
“What is it that’s got you acting so weird, Elliot?” Clay asked as soon as they were in the truck.
“Do you remember Ann Baily, pretty blond with huge tits?”
“Yeah, vaguely, what does she have to do with anything?”
“I got a call from her the other day. She’s pregnant and says the baby is ours.”
“What?” Clay yelled.
“Hell,” Elliot ran a hand over his face and pulled off onto the road to their land.
“Are you sure she’s really pregnant, and that was, what, six or seven months ago. Why is she just now getting around to calling us?” he asked.
“I asked the same thing.” Elliot drove up the road leading to the house site.
“She said she wasn’t going to bother us since we’d taken precautions, but now she can’t take care of the baby. She lost her job, and she’s due in another month and a half.”
They rode in silence the rest of the ride up to the site. When Elliot pulled into the drive and cut the engine, Clay got out of the truck and walked to the edge of the clearing before turning around.
“What do you want to do?” Clay asked, resignation in his voice.
“I don’t fucking know what to do. If we wait until she has the baby and get a paternity test, we could lose Desire. You know she’s going to find out we started looking for a new admin.”
“Fuck, I never should have started that search.” Clay kicked at a rock, sending it sailing off the mountain.
“I agreed with you so it’s as much my fault as it is yours.” Elliot sighed. “I could take care of Ann and the baby and you can marry Desire.”
“First of all, we don’t know the kid is ours and second of all, that’s not fair to Desire either. She expects both of us. Not just one of us. She loves us. There’s no mistaking that. She just hasn’t said the words, just like we haven’t said the words.” Clay ran a hand over his face and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“So what do you suggest?”
“If the kid is ours, we have to acknowledge it,” Clay began. “If it’s not, then there is nothing to worry about.”
“Except if we wait around for two months, we’re going to lose Desire,” Elliot pointed out.
“Which is why we need to come clean with her and tell her everything. Including that we love her,” Clay said.
Elliot sighed and shook his head. He needed to tell him all of it.
“She doesn’t just want money, Clay. She wants us to
marry her, or we’ll never see the child again.”
“Fucking bitch.”
“I think she would be perfectly happy if just one of us marries her. That’s why I suggested that I marry her and you marry Desire.”
“Not going to happen. I want that paternity test before you do anything. She could be lying, trying to get her hands on our money.” Clay watched Elliot pace.
“Let’s give it a month before we talk to Desire,” Elliot said.
“We wait a month and she’s going to be gone,” Clay yelled.
“Not if we assure her we aren’t getting rid of her, but getting someone for when she’s here with us.”
“It’s not going to work, Elliot.”
“Well if you come up with a better idea, spill it.”
“We stop the search for another admin now. We can always start it back later.”
“Fine, we can do that. What else?” Elliot asked.
“How the hell should I know?”
“So, do we wait and get the paternity test before we talk to Desire?”
Clay swallowed down bile and nodded his head.
Elliot felt like a bastard. It wasn’t any more his fault than it was Clay’s, but he was the oldest and he was supposed to be able to handle things. Here he was asking his younger brother what he thought they should do. They were going to lose her. He felt it in his gut. If that kid didn’t turn out to be theirs, he didn’t know what he would do. Maybe what bothered him most of all was that part of him almost wanted it to be their child, a child to call their own. But they could have that with Desire. They didn’t need this one.
“I’ll talk to her about searching for another admin today before she hears about it from someone else. With her being on the Internet back and forth at work, someone’s going to mention it to her, if for no other reason than to rub it in. She’ll jump to the wrong conclusion and leave.”
“Do you think someone already has talked to her? She was acting oddly yesterday if you’ll remember,” Elliot pointed out.
